In a flash, more than ten days passed.

The Yorkie family's badness towards this little airborne girl has gradually spread to the next generation.

York, the witcher who picked her up at the beginning, may have been on a mission or something, and hasn't been back for a while. Because of his non-return, it also indirectly caused the three bear children to become more and more unscrupulous.

The food provided at each meal was reduced, bugs were placed on the plates, the clothes prepared for her were stained with an inexplicable stench, and verbal mockery spread to physical bullying..... If it is an ordinary child, if you don't insult them in this environment, you will fight with them fiercely.

But Diggie didn't have these behaviors, as if he was used to it, and never said anything and endured it silently. It's just that in my heart, I have already marked their family with scarlet.

The growing desire to become stronger, combined with the gradually expanding demonic instinct, made this little girl, who was as beautiful as an angel on the outside, completely distorted on the inside.

Boom!

Closing the door, Diggie's poker face was bruised, and she ignored the injuries. Walk to the bookshelf in the study and pull out a book again to read carefully.

The books on the shelves in the room had been read by her about two-thirds of the time during this time.

Among them, the introduction of demons and monsters, the little girl has completely finished reading. Even some books about Yanan Hunter's melee combat, she dabbled in it.

The body inexplicably can't attract the elements, and she has also learned these fighting techniques in the book. But there is no flesh and spirit, the support of these two Yanan career systems. The rough and delicate fighting skills in the book are not helpful to the little girl at all. Not to mention the two brothers who had already cultivated blood qi to deal with them.

"Strength... Power ....." Seeing that the book in his hand was another book about technique, Diggie casually put it back and looked for the books he wanted one by one.

At a glance, "Introduction to Flying Demons", "Types of Hidden Demons in the Underground", "Basic Techniques for Using Meat Saws", ...... One by one, she swept by, and suddenly when she was pulling a book in the corner of the shelf, a small book with a black cover fell from the book in her hand to the ground.

The book was thin and small, just a little bigger than the palm of her hand. The cover is black, and there is no text such as a title, which looks very weird.

Curious, Diggie picked it up and opened it casually, her calm eyes shrank suddenly.

On the pages of the book, there are carefully drawn patterns with a pen, and there are many notes next to the patterns, which are not the main point. The point is that Diggie has already recognized these patterns, and they are all dark circles!

And now on this page, it is actually the pattern of the circle of living blood sacrifice. Perhaps York had another purpose in writing down this, but at this time he had cheapened some paranoid demon.

According to the commentary, this circle is a magic circle that summons the 'True Name Demon (Note 1) from the depths of the abyss to trade through blood. Depending on the power contained in the blood, the strength of the summoned demons varies. It is possible that there will be a demon who has just received his real name, or it may be an unfathomable demon lord.

And the annotation clearly states that the sacrificial formation does not have a protective function. In other words, if your own strength is not strong, it is very likely that you will be directly killed by a demon with ill intentions on the other side.

- That's what I want! Diggie's little hand trembled slightly, turning the page.

The desire to become stronger has completely swallowed her reason. She had chosen to forget that she might be slain by the demons that appeared. What she cares about is that there is finally a means that can be achieved at the moment to make herself stronger!

As for whether or not you can trade something that gets stronger, it doesn't matter anymore. After all, for a prisoner who has been trapped in the darkness, as long as he can go out and breathe a breath of free air, what can he do when facing the execution ground?

Blood... A large amount of blood, she suddenly looked at her small body and fell into deep thought.

Soon, Diggie's mind turned, and he put away the little book and had an idea.

"Mary, it's time for lunch!" At this time, it was still the maid's aunt, who saw her coldly push the door in, and left without looking back, just like the two of them.

But she didn't see that the little girl behind her was looking at her back with scrutiny and greed.

Kasan......

Diggie recalled her name and silently went downstairs.

Aside from the Chinese food of black bread and white water, the little girl walked thoughtfully to the kitchen door after getting rid of the entanglement of the bears and children. Pretending to pass by casually, she turned her head to look behind the door, where the maid aunt was packing up the ingredients.

Back in the hall, Diggie glanced at the clock on the wall—15:61 on the hunt.

In the afternoon, the little girl appeared on the balcony on the second floor, looking out into the small courtyard outside the castle to see what awaited her.

Then she saw a figure walking out of the castle and busily in the courtyard, and she walked back to her room and picked up the strings on the ground. Hold up the violin, which seemed huge to her, hold the headstock and pull it awkwardly and smoothly.

At this time, the three bear children are usually practicing martial arts in the hall, and the hostess will go out to drink tea and chat with someone. Therefore, this time of day is the most leisurely and undisturbed time. Unbelievable, she, a demon, is obsessed with musical instruments and music.

Perhaps it was from that day, when she came into contact with the abandoned pipe organ, that she learned about human civilization from books. By reading those music books, Diggy fell in love with music and the feeling of playing on her own.

And she also found that every day when she touched these dusty instruments, the bloodlust and other restlessness in her heart would inexplicably precipitate, making her mind clearer.

Squeaky and leisurely, against the sheet music placed in front of her, the little girl played the violin leisurely. The eternal sunlight shone in from the balcony, shining on her serious and delicate little face, on her wide black clothes, like a princess in distress.

After a while, Diggie finished playing, carefully put the instrument back in its place, left the room where the valuable collectibles were stacked, and walked to the windowsill again to look, and the servant Kasan, who was still busy in the courtyard, returned to his room.

Boom!

Taking out the small black book, Di Ji carefully looked at the annotations on the magic circle, memorized it by rote, and his calm heart undercurrent.

Day after day, as she observed, the maid Kassan's schedule came to mind. "People are a regular food. The little girl recalled this daily watch, and a trace of experience was summed up.

"It's time to do it....."

It was a sunny day.

Out of safety, in the middle of the night in the Yanan time, thirty-three o'clock. A little girl of four or five years old quietly pushed open the door of her room and walked out onto the silent corridor.

Her face was silent, her little feet clattered down the stairs, through the hall into another hallway, past the food storage room, to the first step of the plan, the kitchen.

First, he walked from the cutting board and chose a small sharp knife for removing meat and held it in his hand. Then Diggie quietly pushed the castle gate open a crack and squeezed it out.

She didn't notice that a sneaky figure was following behind her.